in her stead is someone else who looks a lot like her, but is not her.
She is older, somehow. Cutting, and dismissive. She is likely to liken me to a little girl, to regard troubled friends as childish, unmanly or frivolous with their time. I cannot talk to her about these things. Or, I choose not to.
She has outgrown my friendship, and I will let it pass.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
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